It was the start of a new school year again. Freshmen reported early for military training, sophomores reminisced about everything that had happened the year before, and seniors had long since left campus for internships. For some reason, the juniors had begun to feel anxious.
But that only lasted for a while.
At the first class meeting of the semester, Feng Cuicui spoke to everyone about the current state of the photography industry, analyzed future prospects, and laid out the plans for the semester.
In short, the students would finish their coursework early this semester, freeing up time for other activities such as shooting assignments and internships, so they could gain more from the experience.
"Of the twenty-four students in this class, only one is an exception to everything I've just said: Wang Yan. As of today, what Wang Yan has achieved in this field is already beyond the reach of most college students in related majors—not just at our school. No, that's too conservative. I mean across the entire country."
Feng Cuicui looked at Wang Yan. "So you can continue arranging your own schedule as you see fit. If you need help from the department, or even from the school, don't hesitate to ask. Your success is the success of the department and the school."
"Wow, could Teacher Feng be any more blatantly biased?" Yu Hao rolled his eyes so hard they nearly reached the ceiling.
Feng Cuicui shot him a glance. "I don't manage Wang Yan because his accomplishments have already surpassed those of the vast majority. He is already near the upper levels of the film and television industry's pyramid, and in portrait photography... I hold you to strict standards because on this path, you can't even see his back.
"Perhaps you don't plan to work in